Home Alone

It’s 5AM on Saturday. I went to bed last night about 830AM, having gorged on super nachos and shrimp fajitas. By the time I arrived home I was feeling a bloated goat and I went right to sleep. I’ve turned into one of those superannuated somebodies they feed at 5PM and put to sleep by seven.

Someone volunteered to usher all day long at various pre-Super Bowl soirees. He leaves around eight and he comes home tonight after ten. This leaves me ‘home alone’ as it were. I am looking forward to it for I seldom have the house to myself. Spo-fans with gutter thoughts may be imagining Urs Truly dancing around in his drawers channeling Risky Business thinking of lascivious and clandestine rendezvous.* Not to be worrying I lead a dull life. The day will be a quite quiet.

Speaking of quiet, the first thing to do is turn off the TV, for it is continuously on for Someone’s sake. Ah! Solitude! I want to get the weekend paperwork done right away. Then it is off to the gym for a very long work out – no need to rush home! The afternoon sees the House of Spo transformed into a sweat shop. I have several shirts in the making; it’s time to get cracking. It’s hard for me to concentrate on my stitches with the TV blasting; the quiet will be most salutary to sewing. Actually it won’t be that quiet. I will put on various music Someone doesn’t like**.

Harper is not used to Someone away and I at home. In her vexation she will want in and out a dozen times. Sometimes I think she does this out of spite. She’s learned tapping at the door drives me to distraction and I will let her in/out. She seems to be always on the wrong side of every door.

I plan to make something exciting and new for my supper, I haven’t yet figured what – something with artichoke hearts, for we have a few jars of the stuff and Someone doesn’t like them. Neither of us remembers how on earth they got into the pantry in the first place. It is a food push.

By evening my knees will be aching from standing all day, cutting cloth. Time for a dog-walk and then a sit-down with a nice cup of tea and a good book. ***

If all goes well, Someone will come home about 10PM to find me already asleep and wondering what debauched doings went on that day. He might notice the discarded artichoke jars and the hanging garments. Harper will be ecstatic to see him and be let out again.

* I suppose if Spo-fans happen to be in the area, I would make an exception; do drop by for line dancing and a cup of tea.

** Which is most of it. We do not have the same tastes in music. He dares to mock The Goddess in all of my favorite forms : Enya, Loreena, Eartha, et. al.

Spo-Reflections 2006-2016

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I once considered patenting a pet toy that would consist of a small door on the kind of hinges that let the door swing both ways (;-}), thus allowing the pet to wander through and back through endlessly since all pets are at all times convinced they are on the wrong side of any closed door they encounter.

The species Sus scrofa is known to sleep off a full belly.
Speaking of pigs, why don’t you make an artichoke dip, the one baked with parmesan cheese and mayo, then enjoy it on some slices of a toasted baguette. That’s what I’m talking about! Enjoy! 😉
I think Harper has been trained by someone because dogs don’t normally act like that.
No mention of a nice long soak in your hot tub after that workout?
Have fun!

So, so SO TRUE! Back in the late 80’s I did the gay personals for a while. THAT was an experience. No one but NO ONE I contacted told the truth, except me of course (fool that I was and continue to be for telling the truth). A few years ago I touched on Grindr or that other Gay Ap – I was quickly eliminated because of the “NO OLDIES” disqualification. How ironic that on my own, without the help of any gay app, dating sight or whatever that I found my soulmate without the help of any of the gay apps, dating sights or Friday Night dinners. If it’s going to happen it will. If it’s not going to happen, it ain’t going to happen . . . . honey. The scenario that I really liked is the “no face” one. Oh yeah, I’m going to get personal with someone with no face. Good comeback Dr. Spo. Of course you know my comment to your blog post about Grindr was tongue in cheek (no pun intended). 🙂

Oh dear, oh dear. What trouble will brew with Harper on the outside wanting in, and no one to ride herd on Urspo! HAHAHAHAHAHA

I typically enjoy my time alone in the house. I loves visitors, to be sure, but after a crazy work week, and all the other stuff I do, a couple of days with quiet around me is a good thing. Enjoy your day, good sir!